The Demons Inside Us

This world is so unfair, isn't it? 

It always finds a way to play; 

Our emotions and thoughts - 

Every moment, every day. 

This moment, I feel kind,

The next I feel angry - 

I don't know how I should feel about it! 

Should I be in a state of happiness or misery? 

Everything goes fine until,

I feel something surge inside me

No one would have known,

An innocent face could hide a demon.

It craves to break free through my skin,

And through the cages of my heart - 

My conscience craves dominance and blood,

While the angel on my shoulders cries.

I have told it to hide so many times,

Never to come back out ever again - 

But it always finds a way to creep out ; 

I don't know how to stop this.

A part of me kind of craves it,

It's taste and smell - 

A part of me kind of hates it,

But can't help fighting it's attraction as well.

A part of me is disgusted,

But it's never able to break free 

From the shackles of an evil energy 

That always holds me back.

I am in a state of indecisiveness,

Like a painter with two colors,

One hand holds white while the other holds red,

But is still not sure, about what color to paint the canvas in.

Should he try evil? 

Should he try good? 

He tries exactly somewhere in between,

Somewhere both my emotions and conscience stood.

So he decides to give both an equal share,

Painting the canvas in halves,

But he doesn't know that he has plaed my mind and heart exactly in the middle - 

How am I supposed to get out? 

There is a part of me that's dark,

Nothing affects it, it's rough and stone cold - 

But the angel inside me cries,

It's good and yet its hands are bound, fated to be misunderstood.